Chapter 35

At the border that connects Wales and Geneva, inside a thick and dense forest, there was a small cottage. A young man in his twenties, with platinum blonde hair and silver eyes, was sitting on a bench outside. Around the cottage, there was a thin layer of white fog enveloping it like a curtain.

“Your highness,” a voice came from behind him. “The elite guards of Avalon are still searching for us in the forest. Is it safe sitting outside?”

“Do not worry,” the platinum blonde-haired boy assured him. “They can’t find us with my cloaking spell.”

“Your magic skills are improving, young Prince Klaus,” a middle-aged man emerged from the cottage.

“I have been practicing since I was young,” Klaus said. “My mother taught me so well.”

“True. It’s a shame that she died prematurely,” the man said.

“And why is the priest of Geneva Cathedral here, Priest Haden?” Klaus asked, looking angrily at the middle-aged man wearing his priestly uniform. “As you can see, we are being pursued by the elite guards